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[runningred]

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Jay's room is it's usual mess of plans and projects with it's wide, comfortable bed. Jay pulls Sherral to him and kisses him slow and deep. It's a passionate kiss but more loving than needy. He's missed Sherral too.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral angles his head and kisses Jay, hungry and rough, just before he comes as well. He breaks the kiss eventually, resting his forehead against Jay's, grip loosening.

"I've missed you a lot," he murmurs eventually.

[runningred]

Jay returns the kiss just as hungrily. He breathes roughly and lowers himself back to the floor, still holding Sherral close. He kisses him again, slowly and deeply, still breathless. "And I've missed you."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs a little breathlessly, turning a few shades pinker, and eases his hands up Jay gently until they're resting against the other man's chest.

He gives Jay a quick kiss, then eases away enough to give Jay a little more room to move.

[runningred]

Jay shakes his head, ceaselessly amazed by the way Sherral can blush at a complement even after fucking Jay senseless against a wall.

He doesn't let Sherral get far, pulling him back in for another kiss once his feet are down. "Shower?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Aye, that'd probably be a good idea," Sherral says. "Are we going to be able to get these costumes off, though?"

He runs a hand over Jay's silks, raising an eyebrow.

[runningred]

"Only one way to find out." He reaches for Sherral's skirt, hands seeking the buckle to open Sherral's belt. "That's a good start."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"I suppose 'twould be too cruel of Bar to make us wear these costumes for all that long."

[runningred]

He finds the opening and eases the leather away from Sherral's waist, running his hands over Sherral skin. "Well, that was easy enough. Mind giving me a hand with this?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral nods, reaching down. It's not too difficult to slip the silks down Jay's hips and to the floor.

"Easy," Sherral murmurs, tracing circles on Jay's hips with his thumbs.

[runningred]

"Well you already know I'm that." Jay laughs warmly, pulling Sherral close to kiss him again.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs, kissing him back, curling his hands into Jay's hair.

[runningred]

Jay purrs into the kiss and starts shaking off the upper arm bands and wrist cuff, dripping them with a heavy clunk as he gently pushed Sherral towards the bed.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral takes a few steps back, moving with Jay, and as he feels the back of his legs hit the bed, slowly drops to sit on it.

[runningred]

Jay goes down with him, straddling Sherral to kiss him again. "Fuck, I've missed you."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"The feeling's mutual," Sherral murmurs against Jay's lips, settling his hands on the bed to keep himself steady.

[runningred]

Jay leans back a little to look into Sherral's eyes. There's more than just lust now, but the true affection behind it.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral meets Jay's gaze, with what is - for him, at least - uncharacteristic warmth, before leaning forward a little to set his forehead against Jay's gently.

[runningred]

Jay leans against him, enjoying just... holding Sherral. Just being near him. He brushes his fingers over Sherral's shoulders, feeling the subtle play of muscle and skin.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral shivers a little, letting his hands roam a little, across Jay's shoulders and down his arms.

[runningred]

Jay purrs softly, running his hands down Sherral's arms and flanks. He brushes a kiss over Sherral's collarbone.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral shivers a little, tracing his fingers down Jay's back.

[runningred]

Jay keeps kissing him, brushing his lips up the side of Sherral's neck.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral lets out a soft noise, tilting his head to one side.

[runningred]

Jay holds Sherral close, enjoying the slow moment of intimacy as he kisses up to the soft skin behind his ear.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral chuckles a little, watching Jay out of the corner of his eye, tracing his fingers up and down the other man's back.